Viking Warriors Novels & Stories

She continued to murmur, “This ship is apparently over a thousand years old. That’s amazing.” “It was found in 1904. Vikings stayed in the rivers and attacked the other passing ships. They attacked and conquered many areas in the world and the main reason for their success was because of their amazing shipbuilding skills.” At his unexpectedly detailed explanation, Silje said to him, “You surprise me, Kail. I wouldn’t have expected you to know things like that.”

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, don’t joke like that!" she said, realizing. "If a human hasn’t done something against a wolf or a pack, we live in harmony," I said seriously. "Can’t say the same about rogues, though." "Rogues?" "Wolves without packs. They roam wild and often aren’t mentally stable. They cause problems." "That sounds terrible. But what’s a pack?" she asked. "Werewolves are social, so we live in large groups—like tribes or big families."

He rose up and went over to his room's console and brought out a paper and a pen, and handed it to her. She drew the symbol exactly how she remembered. "This is what I saw," she gave the paper back to him. He took one look at it and muttered "Berserker." "What is a Berserker?" She asked curious. "They were ancient Norse warriors who worked themselves into a frenzy before battle and fought with abnormal fury and courage." "Norse warriors?" Her brows creased together in confusion. "The Norse were an ancient human population who inhabited the areas, that are now called modern-day Scandinavia," he expatiated.

Their vastness and aura were more than enough to bring men to their knees in surrender. That was the true Stormrider’s army. Destroyer of realms. The pride of the North. Even I, who had lived among these men, knew what they were capable of. I had heard the stories of burning towns and how they marched through the South like a tide of fire. They were gods of war wrapped in mortal skin, and I was expected to stand among them like I belonged. Just like my father who currently stood in front of me. Varek Valewind was like a king among them, regal in his gleaming obsidian armor, the golden wolf etched across his chest catching the light.

The war of the gods stands on the brink of eruption. Five hundred and forty doors stand within the resplendent halls of Valhalla; from each, eight hundred armored warriors march forth as one, to join the battle against the wolf Fenrir. — Grímnismál (The Lay of Grímnir) Chapter 1 This was a night from a long, long time ago— so distant that the great war of Ragnarök had yet to begin, when the divine race had only just split into two tribes, when Odin, King of the Gods, and Loki, the God of Fire, had only just sworn brotherhood,

They would drop them off near some city in the United States and then wipe their hands clean. Did these women not realize what they were doing? They were trying to keep their identity from the humans, not sow chaos. Of course, it was no secret that vampires had been at odds with werewolves since the beginning of both creations. The two had always fought for dominance, though Eric had suspected about something else. Meanwhile, the Valkyries were busy getting in the way of both of them. They put more fighting between the two clans, making an alliance impossible. Then there were the berserkers, Viking warriors who hardly ever got into wars except when it was thei

Royce laughed and then got down from his horse. "I.... I am generous and your Knights won't be fighting sorcerers. They'd fight these people!" He said and threw a little black marble-like object on the floor, the marble emitted some black smokes and when the smoke disappeared, three Vikings stood before them, the vikings are huge, each carrying different weapons. The Vikings breathed heavily, they seemed blood thirsty, they carried war scars all over their bodies. "Provide three of your Knights to take on the three of them. It's more like a war, they'll all fight at the same time.

22 The Girl Who Fell for the Valkyrie, Part II Lauren This is what I remembered from after the war: The Fae warriors I had been raised around, they were the ones had gone war with the Vikings, who crashed uninvited in our land and went forward with their crusade. The battle between our forces, and theirs lasted for several days, almost seemingly without an end in sight. Each night, I heard their screams, and it haunted me, since I knew that at any moment that those screams could have been my father.